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It won’t go, in case you don’t know…..

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is goldAnd she’s buying the stairway to heaven.When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closedWith a word she can get what she came for.Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying the stairway to heaven.

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.Ooh, it makes me wonder,Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,And my spirit is crying for leaving.In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,And the voices of those who stand looking.Ooh, it makes me wonder,Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tuneThen the piper will lead us to reason.And a new day will dawn for those who stand longAnd the forests will echo with laughter.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long runThere’s still time to change the road you’re on.And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,The piper’s calling you to join him,Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you knowYour stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the roadOur shadows taller than our soul.There walks a lady we all knowWho shines white light and wants to showHow everything still turns to gold.And if you listen very hardThe tune will come to you at last.When all are one and one is allTo be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying the stairway to heaven.

****And so, with tears streaming down my face too late on a Thursday, I begin the final week. Chicago, snow falling softly outside, lamp posts gently illuminating the streets below, freezing people. I sit here, watching bad movies on tv, late at night. They came, we watched the game, and now they’re gone, begging my presence at a party tomorrow night. I have no interest. Instead, I’ll curl up at home and talk to Danny, because lately his voice has been the only one that calms me. I woke up last night, alone, and realized that everything is beginning to come together and fall apart all at once. I’m going ever closer to the thing(s) that mean the most to me, and further apart from the life that I’ve known. I’m just at the point in between sleep and dreams.Home. Danny. Home. Danny. I keep repeating them in my head. Colorado. Denver. Here I come, please.Ten days. We did Secret Santa gifts in our room today. I had Gena and Melissa had me. She got me a Long Distance Relationship book, which made me laugh. Danny has agreed that if we get married, we’ll have to take cooking classes. He prefers dessert classes and the idea of microwaveable frozen vegetables, whereas I feel as though it can’t be that hard to make chicken dishes and noodle-y things. I burned brats today, and he found that funny. He told me not to worry; he’ll cook. He can make: corndogs, hot dogs, frozen pizza, spaghetti. Wow, can’t wait. haha, it was the first time I’d laughed all day though, and I appreciated it. Love, then, love is enough.